And there was me thinking I'd packed up writing poems.
Needs must.
Britain Trump
they call him Britain
Trump,
The
President of the United States of America
When one incompetent scoundrel
Endorses another,
Alarms go off, a warning bell
Tells us to take cover.
All afternoon a news blackout
Was imposed where I live.
I dare not look. This lazy lout
That I’ll never forgive
For simply being what he is,
Who said he wasn’t fit
In one of his better speeches,
Is still, somehow, now it.